A Rage Against the Storm

A Rage Against The Storm Alas! against the storm I did bellow, you bloweth upon the wrong fellow My soul you have now so sorely tried fear, your gift has now so surely died! Nature feeds your evil blowing wrath, I curse your daring this upon my path Heaven's powers ignore your wicked deeds you the rot that eats away joy's seeds! Hark! all the destruction you have wrought, fruits of sins that man surely has bought Yet, I defy your right to so hammer me I, the strongest root of my family tree! Rage on , tear out the withered and the old This man defies you with a heart very bold! Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014